A/N: Don't own anything.

Thank you to my anonymous muse for giving me several ideas. Don't forget to review!

Ginny was still thinking about Draco's witch as she slid into bed late Monday night. James had kept her up. Harry was already asleep, she knew he had to get up early for work. Their schedules had been more chaotic when she'd been playing quiddich.

Something didn't add up. She was certain of this. The missing house elf, the fact no one else seemed to talk about Reagan, the fact no one, not even an owl, could find her.

Ginny knew her next stop was the hall of public records. They kept records of every witch and wizard born. They also kept records of every death in the wizarding world. If Reagan had died, either here or abroad, they would know. She hoped this wasn't the case, but it would explain how she had disappeared so entirely.

Ginny woke to James crying for breakfast. Some days she felt her entire life revolved around her son, she loved him, but missed her old life. At least trying to solve this mystery with Draco was giving her something to do.

Draco was waiting outside the Potter's house. Ginny opened the door, saw him and gave him a smile.

"Ready to go?" she asked. She was wearing James in a baby carrier.

"Is he coming with us?"

"Yes. Problem?"

"No, where are we going?"

"Department of records," Ginny answered letting Draco inside.

"You think she's dead?"

"It's a possibility, since she can't be found by owls. I mean, there are charms or spells to keep them away, but this way we'll know." Draco nodded looking paler than usual. Ginny watched him. Since Harry had mentioned Draco's job was on the line, she was starting to notice how stressed he appeared. His hair, while brushed back, was not freshly cleaned. She could smell a hint of old fire whiskey on him.

The pair flooed to the Department of records.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" a witch asked sitting at the welcome desk.

"Good morning. My friend here," Ginny nodded towards Draco. "is compiling a guest list for a wedding. We found a name mentioned in a letter, but no other record. We tried sending an owl, but they were unable to find her. Is there a chance you have a death record for a witch named Reagan Masters?" Draco didn't even blink as Ginny lied flawlessly to the welcome witch. He hadn't known she'd already come up with a cover story to keep him from sounding like a maniac.

"Give me a minute," the witch said with a nod. She pulled a wand from somewhere and ran it over a stack of papers.

"Okay, I see no death certificate for a Reagan Masters." Ginny smiled.

"Wait," Draco said. "Um, my family kind of kept very loose touch, she might have married?"

"Oh, yes, in that case she might be under a different name, let me see if she has a marriage listed on file." The witch frowned for a minute.

"No, I don't see a marriage on file. I'm sorry, but I can't seem to locate any file on a Reagan Masters. Are you sure you have the right name?" Draco paled and Ginny thought it looked like he might pass out. She hurriedly thanked the witch and apparated her, him, and James back to her home.